We've all heard the saying, ladies. "It hurts to be beautiful." Whether you get waxed, botoxed, or sacrifice your soul to Satan in exchange for eternal beauty (just kidding...kind of...), most women know how torturous beauty routines can be, especially when they go horribly, HORRIBLY wrong. So! In an effort to laugh at myself, and encourage others to laugh at their own beauty mishaps, I'm going to tell you all a scary story that will boost your Halloween spirits. Yes, this is the story of (drumroll, please) The Waxed Lip Project (not to be confused with The Blaire Witch Project, though they are equally terrifying).
To set the scene, I will start by telling you that I am Italian, which means my hair is extremely dark, making me awfully self conscious about the peach fuzz on my upper lip. Though not noticeable to others, I make sure to wax it every few months, usually without incident...Most of you already know where this story is headed.
Because my mother is a beautician, she takes care of all things beauty. So, I'm sitting in the chair, getting hot wax poured onto my face (as if that's a completely normal thing to do) and as the waxing strips are being yanked off, I notice that it is much more painful than usual. After it's all finished, I look into the mirror only to find that ALL of the skin on my upper lip had been waxed off. WAXED. OFF. All I was left with was an intense burning sensation and a rubber lip. Knowing I couldn't do anything about it, I went to bed feeling very defeated.
After peeling my lip off of my pillow case the next morning, I decided I would try to cover the nasty thing with some makeup. Pro-tip, don't do this ever. Foundation? Burned. Concealer? Burned. Powder? Quite pleasant, actually (JK, it burned like Hell.) When I finally got to the point where I didn't look like I had a radioactive caterpillar on my face, I was determined to keep it that way. I wanted to set the makeup, but having no setting spray, and being the intelligent innovator I am, I decided to use hairspray...Yes, there were tears involved. Despite the pain, I did manage to set the makeup and completely harden my lip to the point where it couldn't bend, making it very difficult to talk, let alone smile. I repeated this task every morning for the next two weeks while my lip attempted to get its act together. There was burning, scabbing, and shedding like a snake. After what seemed like a lifetime, everything did return to normal and I was left with no scars...except the emotional ones...those guys really sneak up on you.
So, ladies, if you're ever feeling embarrassed about one of your beauty mishaps, please know that these kinds of things happen to everybody. Just remember to laugh at yourself. Also, if any of you would like to share your embarrassing stories, please feel free to put them in the comment section. Who knows, maybe somebody has had the same experience!
P.S. Even with the difficulties this mishap presented when speaking, I still managed to participate in class those two weeks. You know, stiff upper lip and all that (haha, pun.)
